I not only love BETTY!
But I love her fucking kitchen, gang! As loyal readers of this lofty blog will no doubt recall, I love kitchens. All kitchens. I even have full-color photo books of nothing but kitchens from all over the world. And kitchens from the past are the best yet.
When I was 12 and getting ready to enter Jr. High School (as it was called way, way, way back when), I was given the requisite tour of the school at the end of the summer, before I started the 7th grade, and when I saw the Home Ec Room I almost died: Five (5 !!) kitchens in one room! It was orgasmic. It was to die for. I am such a weirdo; I know.
And when I was finally shopping for a home of my own a few years ago, I only wanted to see mid-century ranch houses -- and the less renovated the better. I remember one house that I absolutely loved in Bethlehem, PA., (a mere hour and a half from New York City) and it still had its original built-in (pink) Amana Radar Range in the kitchen (which looked much like Betty's set-up below, except, obviously, in pink). The real estate agent apologized for it, while I went into some sort of ecstatic joyful babbling: "Oh God! I'm going to leave it just the way it is!" (Mike & I were still together at that point and being a plumber by trade, he took one look at the old pipes in that cool house and escorted us right out the door... Alas.)
However, tiny as it is, I love the kitchen I have now; it has charm and character and is from 1957. So, onward.
Anyway. Mad Men continues tonight, gang! Too bad Betty is pregnant this season. She doesn't get to wear any more of those amazing clothes. (And how about Peggy discovering her inner Anne-Margaret at home in the mirror; was that bizarre , or what? Gotta love it, gang!) See ya later, alligator!
When I was 12 and getting ready to enter Jr. High School (as it was called way, way, way back when), I was given the requisite tour of the school at the end of the summer, before I started the 7th grade, and when I saw the Home Ec Room I almost died: Five (5 !!) kitchens in one room! It was orgasmic. It was to die for. I am such a weirdo; I know.
And when I was finally shopping for a home of my own a few years ago, I only wanted to see mid-century ranch houses -- and the less renovated the better. I remember one house that I absolutely loved in Bethlehem, PA., (a mere hour and a half from New York City) and it still had its original built-in (pink) Amana Radar Range in the kitchen (which looked much like Betty's set-up below, except, obviously, in pink). The real estate agent apologized for it, while I went into some sort of ecstatic joyful babbling: "Oh God! I'm going to leave it just the way it is!" (Mike & I were still together at that point and being a plumber by trade, he took one look at the old pipes in that cool house and escorted us right out the door... Alas.)
However, tiny as it is, I love the kitchen I have now; it has charm and character and is from 1957. So, onward.
Anyway. Mad Men continues tonight, gang! Too bad Betty is pregnant this season. She doesn't get to wear any more of those amazing clothes. (And how about Peggy discovering her inner Anne-Margaret at home in the mirror; was that bizarre , or what? Gotta love it, gang!) See ya later, alligator!
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